“The whisper that curl into your head at night, calling you names and a disappointment. puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. for a while. but then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then its to late because you are mainlining it now, straight into you soul, it is rotting you and you cant stop.”
